[ For someone to hold this honor, Rebecca knew it had to be a powerful memory. But, she didn't realize there'd be so much. Bits and pieces fill in things she's wondered about, little conversations. A name to the model she'd kept diligently safe, Gurren Lagann, and an understanding, that it came from him. This man.
(...A moment, of Poe entrusting the model to Rebecca, holding it close, passing through their connection.)
The feeling of loss, of knowing the rest fell, died. Another strong, painfully familiar experience. And...
And, in the end...
She's stunned beyond words. It swirls around her and she takes it in. The kind of respect emanating from these memories, the emotion through the connection, it leaves her dumbstruck, jaw hanging open. ]
I... [ After a moment, when she feels she can. ] I can really see why. He- you... I'm... A hero really doesn't...do it justice.
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(...A moment, of Poe entrusting the model to Rebecca, holding it close, passing through their connection.)
The feeling of loss, of knowing the rest fell, died. Another strong, painfully familiar experience. And...
And, in the end...
She's stunned beyond words. It swirls around her and she takes it in. The kind of respect emanating from these memories, the emotion through the connection, it leaves her dumbstruck, jaw hanging open. ]
I... [ After a moment, when she feels she can. ] I can really see why. He- you... I'm... A hero really doesn't...do it justice.